The young man's face stiffened. "Why are you like this? What kind of manners are you talking about? "
Chen Guang looked up at him. "I'm just like this. Why? You're not happy? I'm bragging with my friend. It's none of your business. Did you take the wrong medicine or something? "
Sun Xiaoxun pulled him away with a red face. "Chen Guang, don't. Don't fight with others. You're a celebrity. It won't be good if word gets out."
She was also quite vexed. She thought that this guy would control his temper now that he was famous, but it turned out that he was still the same firecracker as before. Fortunately, she was not his manager. Otherwise, she would have to work herself to death and clean up after him every day.
Chen Guang was even more unhappy. So what if he was a celebrity? Celebrities should be pointed at by others. Why couldn't they have a temper?
Celebrities were also people. Celebrities had their own temper. Celebrities also had their faces.
That was true. Although what he said sounded a little "boastful," I didn't say it to you, nor did I go on TV to brag about it. Why did you have to come back and brag?
In other words, if a couple was lovey-dovey on the road, and the young man bragged to his girlfriend, "Your man is the most handsome man in the world!"
Then shouldn't other men chop this braggart into pieces?
Besides, the Old Man wasn't bragging. What he said was the hard truth. Even if he announced it on TV, there was no need for him to apologize to anyone.
"You … You what! Shut up! Then scram back to your seat and sit quietly. Don't look for trouble. A person with real manners would first take care of himself before talking about manners with others. I'm not familiar with you, and I don't want to be familiar with you either. If you scram now, I can pretend that nothing has happened. If you say one more word, I can scold you for eight hours straight. Do you believe that I won't repeat myself? I'll scold you from Detroit all the way to Beijing! "
Once he started scolding, Chen Guang adhered to the principle of never losing with words. He had to use a storm-like offensive to make the other party unable to fight back and quickly admit defeat. Otherwise, if it dragged on for too long, it would only cause his words to become more and more low-end, and in the end, it would become a pitiful shrew swearing on the streets.
"You … bastard …" The poor young man was caught off guard by Chen Guang's surprise attack. They were both first-class passengers, but he felt like he was not Chen Guang's opponent at all!
This guy is really good at talking. He must have cultivated in the market for ten years, right?
"What are you doing? Tell me, is there something wrong with you? If you don't believe me, let others judge for you. You want me to apologize to whoever I want? Are you the God of Morals? "
The difference between the two of them was just too great. This pitiful student from the Leiden Academy of Music had no way of retaliating against Chen Guang's barrage of attacks. He was nothing more than trash.
The Pan Am flight attendant with blonde hair and blue eyes had already noticed the situation. She hurried over and said, "Sir, gentlemen, the plane is about to take off. Please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts."
"That's right. What kind of manners are you? You're making trouble on the plane. You don't even know how to pay attention to the international impact. You're from the Leiden Academy of Music? You're learning to cook, aren't you? Don't embarrass us Huaxia people. "
The young man was about to explode, but the plane was about to take off. The flight attendant reacted quickly and stopped him. She said seriously, "Sir, sir, please don't make trouble on the plane. Otherwise, you'll be blacklisted by the airline!"
"It's him who has been scolding me!"
"Sir, this passenger has been sitting in his seat. It's you who has been turning your head to talk to him …"
The flight attendant said something fair. Of course, there was another very important reason. She couldn't understand Chen Guang's street Chinese, and he spoke too fast.
"Okay, okay, it's all my fault. I'm not well-mannered!"
The young man sat back angrily. He was still unwilling. He didn't look back and just shouted, "You wait! You'll see when we get to Yanjing! "
Chen Guang was amused. "Yo, yo, not bad. You can't beat me with words, so you ask me to fight? Come on, really. I've been challenged by many people in my life, but I've never been afraid. "
Sun Xiaoxun saw that he couldn't hold him back, so he simply covered his mouth with his hand. "Alright, alright. Don't talk too much. You're already an adult."
The young man in front was also angry and laughed. "Don't think I'm afraid of you because I study music. To tell you the truth, I was the champion of Yanjing Youth Taekwondo Competition when I was in high school!"
Sun Xiaoxun had nothing to say to the young man in front of him. "Can't each of us talk less? You can't beat him. He's the strongest person in the world."
"What a joke. Then I'm the reincarnation of Bruce Lee!"
"Boy, you've got guts. Don't run when we get to Yanjing."
Chen Guang snorted.
The Pan Am stewardess was rendered speechless by the two of them. However, even though the two of them were scolding, they still sat in their respective seats. Forget it. Let them do whatever they want.
Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she took another look at Chen Guang. Eh, this bald man looks familiar?
Yesterday, when they were having sex at his boyfriend's house, his TV was playing the world arm-wrestling competition. This man … seems to be Wright Chen!
The Pan Am stewardess looked at the angry young man playing the piano in front of her with sympathy. Forget it. As long as the two of them don't fight on the plane, it's fine.
Poor guy. He'll be sent to the hospital, right?
Sun Xiaoxun quietly poked Chen Guang's waist. "If you're recognized and posted on the internet, it will affect your reputation, right?"
Chen Guang shrugged indifferently. "It's fine. I'm not afraid of being bitten when there are too many lice. Since the day I decided to take off my mask and become a celebrity, I never thought of living with my tail between my legs. Besides, I didn't say anything wrong. Anyway, there are a lot of people scolding me on the internet. It doesn't matter if there are more people scolding me. It's not like I'll lose anything. "
"Alright. I'm scared of you."
Sun Xiaoxun couldn't do anything to him, but he was secretly happy. If he really became the perfect lover of the public, what would happen?
His current situation was actually pretty good. He wasn't perfect, and he had his own temper. Some people liked him, and naturally, some people hated him.
Anyway, no matter what, I'll be the person who likes him the most.
Recently, Chen Guang had become a hot topic in China. The netizens hadn't even gotten a clue about the "Women" incident, and the popularity hadn't subsided yet. Then, he started all kinds of things. He had to play the piano, sharpen pencils in Guinness World, and live stream arm wrestling. There was no other celebrity in the world who could cause more trouble than him.
Even at this moment, Chen Guang could sense the threads of faith pouring in from all over the world. It was rare for him to participate in a competition overseas, and his greatest harvest wasn't just the acknowledgement of his Qilin Arms, but it also allowed him to gain international fame.
Many foreign friends who didn't know him and didn't pay attention to him had also heard of his name because of his incredible achievements in the International Arm Wrestling Competition.
The spread of information had a certain spontaneity. A person would first find out through a certain channel that there was such a very special person. He was obviously very thin, but he had defeated all the heroes in the International Arm Wrestling Competition and became the world's strongest arm wrestler.
Then, people who knew about this information would become curious about this amazing person. Then, they would automatically search for relevant information about him. If this person could really convince them, they would mention this name when chatting with their friends, making Chen Guang's name fly further and further.
Then, many of the things that Chen Guang had done before would appear in front of more and more people and be remembered by them. Maybe, they would even worship him.
For example, now, even if the World in the Cup was full of faith points, there would still be new threads of faith points coming. It was just that due to the limitations of the Heavenly Holy Grail, it couldn't get higher production.
But at this time, the Racing God Training Ground and the Piano World could enjoy some of the aftertaste of fame. Although the growth of faith points was slow, the effect was real.
When the plane finally took off and entered the stratosphere, the small TV on the back of the first-class seats began to play a program. In addition, passengers could also choose to use their headphones to listen to some music or to watch some variety shows.
The super humane Pan Am flight attendant did a very considerate thing. Under her strong suggestion, the program that was played by default on the TV was the highlights of the International Arm Wrestling Competition that had just ended yesterday. Well, you could also call it Wright Chen's Book of Pretentiousness.
At this time, the Leiden music boy was still sulking in his heart. He was cursing Chen Guang in his heart, but because he couldn't beat Chen Guang with words, he didn't dare to stand up and turn around to provoke him.
When the power of the TV finally came on, he took out his headphones and was about to listen to some piano music, but he was attracted by the image on the screen.
"The most incredible and strongest man in history! The god from the East! The arm strength of a god! "
A rather eye-catching and shameless title appeared in front of him, so much so that he thought he was seeing things. He shook his head to make sure that he wasn't seeing things.
Who is this?
Is he exaggerating?
The music boy who had been traveling in Detroit for the past few days knew about this competition, but he didn't pay much attention to it. It seemed that the champion was Chinese?
Interesting, then I'll take a look.
Ten seconds later, he was completely dumbfounded. What the f * ck!
Why does he look so familiar?
Isn't this the guy sitting behind me?
Chen Guang?
The name sounded a little familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.
After that, the poor music boy couldn't be bothered to listen to the song anymore. He blankly watched the highlights of Chen Guang's competition. The more he watched, the more speechless he became.
My heart hurts, I'm so scared.
He had thought that Sun Xiaoxun was joking. He didn't think that the guy behind him was really the strongest person in the world!
What else could the young musician say other than gulping as he watched the beast press the monsters that were several times his size onto the table without being able to put up any resistance?
Thinking about how he had arranged a fight with him, the boy felt creeped out. Should I find a chance to apologize to him?
However, he felt very unwilling. That guy dared to insult his idol. If he apologized to him, wouldn't it mean that he agreed with what he said?
Sigh, what should I do?
Chen Guang and Sun Xiaoxun, who were sitting in the back, were also watching the highlights on the small TV. They didn't even need to think to know how scared the guy in front of them was.
Chen Guang quietly unbuckled his seatbelt, stood on his tiptoes, and took a peek from behind. He then sat back down with a smile. "He's watching. You didn't see his face. It's pale."
Sun Xiaoxun was also curious. He also raised his neck to take a peek. He sat down and covered his mouth, afraid that he would laugh out loud.
He didn't know why, although he felt a little embarrassed and apologetic to do "bad things" with Chen Guang, it was really fun.
"Brother Xiaolong, we agreed to have a good chat when we arrive in Beijing. If you're not convinced, you can call more people."
Chen Guang said with a smile. It would be boring if he didn't find something to do during the long journey. Since this guy was so sincere, he might as well kill time with him.
Sun Xiaoxun pulled him again. "Don't … don't do this."
The music boy was about to cry. Who would have thought that you were really so strong!
Why did you change my name? My name is not Bruce Lee!
Although he was cursing in his heart, the music boy smartly decided to cover his head with the blanket next to him. I can't mess with you, so I'll pretend to be dead.
The flight attendants in the front row saw that they had achieved their goal. They smiled with satisfaction. They had once again resolved an international conflict.
They didn't know that there were also two people in the cockpit lounge staring at the small TV in front of them. They were secretly thinking that there was something wrong with that guy.
How could a normal person of this size have such strength?
Since that's the case, I'll just close the cockpit door when I make my move.
The flight time from Detroit to Beijing was about 14 hours. It was relatively long, and the passengers in the first-class cabin would have a lot of interaction with each other. Many people in China who had no interaction with each other got to know each other in the first-class cabin of such a long-distance flight. Eventually, it developed into a very important business cooperation.
Chen Guang was now a celebrity. Although the music boy didn't recognize him, there were other people in the cabin who could recognize him. One after another, people who thought that they had the right status came up to talk to Chen Guang. They exchanged contact information and so on. They could talk about advertising endorsements or what Chen Guang was going to do in the future. They would definitely support him and ask for his autograph before leaving.
Chen Guang had nothing to do anyway, so he was very patient.
Halfway through the flight, the music boy gradually recognized Chen Guang's identity from his conversation with other people. He finally remembered that not long ago, someone had posted a video of a Chinese artist's concert on the school's BBS. The video focused on Chen Guang playing two different instruments. It even caused a controversy within the school.
Some people thought that although his technique looked scary, it didn't mean that his performance was really that good.
Playing the piano didn't mean that the faster you played, the better you would be.
But some people did an in-depth analysis of his sound source and came to the conclusion that although Chen Guang's performance style was mediocre and seemed to have no special characteristics, he had a terrifying ability to restore the original music.
It was hard to judge his artistic level, but his performance skills were definitely the best in the world.
The music boy silently looked up at the ceiling of the cabin. Fortunately, I didn't bet on eating three pounds of sh * t. Thank God.
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